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I am the autotroph A series of chemical reactions Every time I close my eyes I am myself B-bump, b-bumping through a neurological traffic jam Ready to pop like a balloon Smiling with faded gums I am victory Emptiness that radiates power But still now. Quiet trembling and aching eyes Don't you see my screaming bones? Can't you hear them? I am the autotroph
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Autotroph
I am the autotroph A series of chemical reactions Every time I close my eyes I am myself B-bump, b-bumping through a neurological traffic jam Ready to pop like a balloon Smiling with faded gums I am victory Emptiness that radiates power But still now. Quiet trembling and aching eyes Don't you see my screaming bones? Can't you hear them? I am the autotroph
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
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